Bukowski would spit on your dreams

I wake and I’m shaking and everything’s green

A dirty ass mattress and dirty ass sheets

But baby this business has never been clean

I scribbled it out on a tissue

And I wrote part two on a newspaper issue

Real means to rip people off and turn blue

When all of your sins end up finding you

Got safety pins stuck in the soles of my feet

Blood under my fingernails; all you can eat

He bought me a bear that consumes human meat

He appears in my dreams in a green incomplete

You know what they say kids; daddy knows best

Daddy owns your souls and the kid on your breast

I’m a whole nihilist, but I confess

Not gonna forget the damn; yes yes yes <3